The walls seem to speak to me
As I watch the shadows move with the headlamps of the passing cars
Their light shines through the curtained windows
Of the opulent jail cell
In which I lay incarcerated
For the crimes of past choices

Headlamps light only the paths of their owners
Even if the streets seem a little lighter
For their having been there

Thoughts run through my tired mind
Electric shocks of painful memories
Helpless in their consistency

Their waves run and keep me at bay
So that I may offer my total surrender
To the hopelessness they circulate

With the aid of my Doctor dosed escapes
The sparks dim to allow my tired eyes sleep
Within the last moments of wake
I beg
That a dream will not occupy the newfound blackness
And masquerade with its fruitless possibilities

Cruel is the night that offers a hope that more exists
As more than this
There is nothing

I see a light within my dark filled mind
And I follow the streams of its purity
Once under its spell
I cannot wake from the passage it illuminates

My eyes absorb the rays and emit their own
Strong beams like those that guide the cars
That still pass by
Swerving to splash my naked skin
With the pain that lingers in the curb side puddles
Of time passed

No longer able to afford a vehicle
My legs force a much needed rest
So I lay upon the hardened streets
That my fate has paved before me

Within the last moments of wake
I pray
That a dream shall find its way to my desperate sleep
To offer a short but necessary view
Of the life I somehow
Someday
Will make my own

You are not just a pretty face are you. that was quite good.

thank you

Believe me, the pleasure is all mine

May you find that dream and find the joy in the journey as it manifests.

couldnt have said it better

this is very good
great imagery

Agree!

Nice write!!

Very Good!

Great visual